You get home from a long day at work and see your 2 year old Children running around with things they shouldn't be touching. Michael at the moment was a stay at home dad because the only babysitter you trust was sick with the flu. You look on the couch and see him asleep. You grab your kids and put them in their beds. They soon fall asleep after reading each of them a story.

You walk to the kitchen and grab a glass of cold water. You walk to the living room and pour it on Michael's head. He jumps up and looks at you.

"Y/n What the hell!" He yells.

"Michael! What the hell! Falling asleep and letting the kids touch anything they want. They luckily didn't get hurt, no thanks to you." You say.

"I'm so sorry, I've been stressed out with the new album." He defends himself. You look at your husband in shock.

"What happened to: 'I'll cancel the whole album if I have to'" you say quoting what Michael said when your twins were born.

"Y/N! I have millions of fans out there waiting for another album, that's way more Important then anything right now!" He says.

"More important then your damn kids! Fine Michael, you pay attention to your work, but don't think I'm staying here and watching you not help me at all." You say.

"Th--" he starts to say but you stop him.

"I don't want to hear it." You say. You pull off your wedding ring and set it down on the coffee table. "I'm done." You say turning around and walking to your kids bedroom. You pack them each a bag and then wake them up. You get them ready to leave and go to your moms house. You grab their bag and then yours that you packed moments ago and then pick them up. You walk to the front door and grab your jacket before leaving.